"I'm glad your alright....must be rough seeing all of that...*sigh* But...you'll be alright, you'll get help soon."
Panting like a careless dog upon reaching the departure desk; I took a moment to catch my breath before blurting my intentions towards the slightly shocked yet wholly sympathetic (and very attractive), female employee patiently awaiting my question. Noticing the solemn tears welling beneath my blood-shot eyes, coupled with the helplessness etched across my face, the young employee merely raised her finger towards the imperious aircraft rising majestically into the night sky. The beautiful crimson lights beaming down from its tail and wings leaving behind a luminescent glow in its wake as it roared off into the distance....I never heard the sympathetic apologies reverberate from the female employee's immaculately glossed lips.
"Well, Barro, seems like we'll be needing you after all. I'll draw up a contract for your employment. Do me a favor and keep this little exchange between us. I'll pay you accordingly."
"Oh no," I said out loud. "Riku are you ok?"
"Why didn't you say so." Feng Ju spoke before Yu Mei could get a word in. Without hesitation, he stood behind her and began to massage her shoulders. Chu'mei smirked with a little bit of satisfaction.
"She has parents home waiting for her, that's what!" Xiao roared in answer.
I have to talk about the East Courtyard bedroom scene because the description is SO specific and it tells us everything about Gu Jianshen's life without him saying a word. Let me paint this for you: bright candles, sandalwood fragrance mixed with alcohol, and this bed with bedding that was "personally sewn by the Elder Madam when Gu Jianshen was newly married; the mattress sheet, duvet cover, and pillowcases were all bright red and still looked ninety percent new." NINETY PERCENT NEW. Four years. He's never slept in that bed. The red bedding—traditionally for weddings and consummation—sits there untouched, almost ceremonial, like a relic from a life he never lived. And the dressing table? "A tiny bronze mirror—unlike a woman's vanity table, which usually featured a large, clear mirror and a spacious surface to hold cosmetic boxes for rouge and powder, as well as an array of jewelry boxes." It's sparse. Masculine. Empty. This man's entire living space is basically a hotel room someone forgot to unpack. Then there's the window scene with Wen Ya: "Bathed in moonlight, Wen Ya looked as though she had been coated with a layer of pristine holy light. The breeze gently fluttered her stray locks, lending her a subtle, fragile sense of beauty." This is cinematic. The author just stops the plot for a full aesthetic moment. And outside the window—the lawn, winter plum trees, the perimeter wall where Nanny Li is eavesdropping. Every element of the setting is doing double duty: it's beautiful, yes, but it's also a surveillance state. You can't even have a private moment in this mansion.
"I..." he started talking. "I am a sailor, a navigator. I am lost for so many years in the sea of despair. Even if this life of mine was at its last stop, I will never give up my way again. I will travel land and sea, showing those who lost their bearings the path."
Night got annoyed as he hugged Elita behind the back. "Hold on
She was giving off a low key profile that people can help to be drawn into, she was just so mysterious and beautiful at the same time.
"U-um…!?"
The start was nice, the background was actually interesting for me but the chapters were so short, and most of them were like fillers that you could skip and it won’t affect the story. The dialog of the characters were boring. Sorry but this is not for me. I wish you good luck author. I hope you improve and if possible you can rewrite the novel when that time comes.